Going deeper into the woods tomorrow. End of wifi, phone signals, and clothes. I am pleading with the forces that be that Mother Nature will keep the flames low, not switching to the west, keep still and humid, and not converge onto the town I am driving through on the way. Please be good winds and have mercy on the people and the wild beasts.
Singing along to Bringing It All Back Home
The Subterraneans will be kicking off the Norcal tradition tomorrow by clearing out the hacienda of all detritus and dirt and locking up. Driving away from the steaming anxiety-belt that is S.F. and going up into the pockets of wild, moss-green.
Smell those rodeos, redwood, and cedar. The bear, deer, coyote, hawk, raccoon, squirrel, fox, heron, rattlesnake, banana slug, and otter will greet us.
Scan the shores and walk trails. Lounge about in bursting hot-spring waters; naked, reading “Walden”.